Saturday, July 12, 2014

Not one more thing!

The pain is unbearable today. I want to scream. 

I haven't liked the last 5 paintings I've done. They ended up being used for practice on the back and into the recycle. 

My honey has car troubles that will keep him away for a week at least. Maybe more. 

The neighbors below complained to sj about my non existent sleep pattern and that it sounded "heavy" aka I'm a fat girl. 

This makes me feel uncomfortable here. She threatened to call the cops. For what? Painting and puking between 2am and 6 am. Sorry. Perhaps you should move upstairs if you don't want noise above you. 
Apartment living is a compromise but essentially you can have the convenience of not having to haul shit upstairs or... You can have quiet. 
I just hate more stress got sj and less comfort for myself. 
Thanks